Peace to be believed.
Just one more miracle
is all that’s ever needed.
The blind to see,
the lame to walk,
lest we talk of you
in silent speech.
Consecrate the ground,
may the fruit trees grow.
All of this
buried in the dust
from long ago.
Seek your sinners here.
Let them become more
than the sound of the wind
in a whisper.
All of us entombed
in the end.
No intention to leave,
but to stay within her.
Teach us now.
Martyr us now.
When we reject light,
you enshrine us in darkness.
Fade into grey.
Our fate proclaims
your ascension.
DJR – 2023
